Hubert - Requiem for a Dream by Selby Hubert

Author:Selby, Hubert [Selby, Hubert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-05-29T21:09:40+00:00

Rosie Scarlinni. Whats wrong? Shes a ni:e girl and such a cute figure. With al the speed that broad drops the weight cant stay on. It shakes itself off. Harry, you confuse—

Look ma, does that stuff make you feel good sort of and give ya lots of pep and maybe you talk a little more than usual, though with you yentas its pretty hard to do that, eh?

Sara was nodding her head and pursing her lip>, Wel , I guess maybe a little. Harry rol ed his eyes back again. A little. Jesus, I can hear ya grinding ya teeth from here. But that goes away at night. At night? When I take the green one. In thirty minutes Im asleep. Poof, just like that. Harry kept shaking his head and rol ing his eyes, Hey ma, ya gotta cut that stuff loose. Its no good. Who said its no good.

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Hubert Selby Jr. - Requiem for a Dream

pounds. Big deal. Yeah, big deal. Do ya wanta be a dope fiend fa krists sake? Whats this dope fiend?

Am I foaming at the mouth? Hes a nice doctor. He even has grandchildren. I saw the pictures on his desk. Harry hit himself on the forehead, Ma, Im tel in ya, this croakers no good. Ya gotta stop takin those pil s. Youl get strung out fa krists sake. Strung, schmung. I almost fit in my red dress, Saras face softened, the one I wore at your bar mitzvah.

The one your father liked so much. I Temember how he looked at me in the red dress and gold sloes. The only time he saw me in the red dress. Its not long after that he got sick and died and youre without a father my poor boobala, but thank God he saw you bar mitzvahed and— Whats with the red dress? What does that— Im going to war the red dress on television. O, you dont know. Im going to be on the television. I got a cal and a application and socn Im on television— Comeon, ma, whose pul in ya leg? Leg, schmeg. Im tel ing you Im being a contestant on the television. They havent told me yet what one, but when Im ready theyl tel . Youl see, youl be proud when you see your mother in her red dress and golden shoes on the television.

You sure someone aint puttin you on? On, schmon. I got an official form. Printing and everything. Harry was nodding and shaking his head, Okay, okay. So its official. Youre goin to be on television. You should be happy Im going on television. Al the ladies theyre happy. You should be happy too. Im happy ma, Im happy. Look, Im smilin. But what does that have to do with takin those goddamn pil s fa krists sake. The red dress shrunk, Sara was smirking and giggled slightly, and its a little tight, so Im losing some weight, what do you think? But ma, those pil s are bad for you.

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